As all I’d ever termed wondrous bliss unexpectedly died –
As my fantasy of a reality with destruction did collide –
My hopes shattered around me like glass in countless pieces,
Fragments suspended in mocking beauty as time freezes…
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The clock hand ticks forward and it all crashes to the floor
My knees hit rock-bottom when I could take no more
All I now see is blackness where once there was color
Gone appears the light from the sun and its fervor…
I begin to walk away from the pond of shattered dreams
But the glass is in my clothes and cutting through my heart, it seems
Perhaps I am too close, the smoke is clouding my full view-
Glance up at the tower, instinctively know what to do…
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Run up the steps; one, two,three hundred endless stairs
And I barely catch my breath, or have time to fill lungs with air –
Before the ground beneath my feet crumbles into sand
Loud thunder above me rumbles as I fall back down on land…
And I hit rock-bottom again
Thinking this must be the end
For surely no human can go through this pain
And still see rainbows through the rain…
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The whole world seems gray and black tonight
With not a speck of pure, identifiable white in sight
Nothing is untouched, gone is everything –
Then how do I glimpse in that crack a thin white string?
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Among the dirt, surely this uncorrupted clean string is not real
But just to verify the hopeless doubts, I reach out a hand to feel
And to my electric surprise, it’s most tangible indeed
I yank it out attached to a note, uncrumple it and read:
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“Verily, with every hardship comes ease” [94:6]
That white thread…
Of hope.
–A.S.